Sleepy Fox Hollow No Rainbows in The Desert

Paleo? She repeated the the name aloud. She was curious about the people who would call this beautiful place home. She had missed the look compelling her for information, her time as a loner having lost her manners. Her parents had taught her better, of course, not that she cared. If they had just joined a pack maybe her siblings would have lived. At least that's what she wanted to believe. Now she couldn't even find the sister's she knew she had, let alone any her parents had since. 

The stranger, Mahler, as he had introduced himself to her, had begun to walk away from her. She trailed after him, scanning the ground as he had. There were indeed footprints, although he could tell her they belonged to anything and she'd have to believe him. She'd never hunted a goat herself, but she assumed it'd be similar to most large prey. Most of which she hadn't had much luck hunting since leaving her family. Truth be told she'd jump at any opportunity for a solid meal.